Opposites attract - Dally Winston

Chapter 43:

I spin around and punch her hard in the jaw.

The momentum from my spin adding more power into the punch knocking her out as her limp body fell to the ground.

I then turned and walked away.

When I walked to the Curtis house I didn't think about anything so that I wouldn't break down crying on the streets. I kept my head up, and mind clear so I could make it safely to the Curtis house.

When I walked into the Curtis house I wasn't greeted by a big group of people like I usually was, and I was thankful for that. Instead only Darry was here resting in his chair reading the newspaper.

He must've not heard me or saw me come in, but when the door slammed shut he looked up at me.

His eyes grow with concern as I just stand in the middle of the room trying not to cry as my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

Darry quickly rushes up from his chair and rushes over to me wrapping me into his big muscular arms.

"What happened?"he asked pulling me away from the hug holding me by the shoulders for me to look at him.

I needed to tell someone, and Darry was there. He cares for me right? I'll tell Darry.

"DallyisbackwithSyvlia" I blurt out while letting a few painful tears fall.

He looked at me astonished, "and the thing is I'm hurt about him going with her, but I'm more worried about him. She's hurt him so many times, and I don't want to see him get hurt" I say letting out the rest of my tears.

"Darry?" I ask trying to wipe the never ending tears from my cheek, "yeah?" he asks, "if I tell you something will you promise not to look at me differently?" I ask him in a serious tone, "of course" he says in a reassuring tone.

I took a shaky deep breath, "Dally said something to me when I was about to leave" I say playing with my sweaty fingers. 

Darry didn't say anything instead he just kept looking at me, waiting for me to tell him.

"He said that I should continue to cut myself, and stop being a coward and finish the job" I say, my heart stinging.

Darry's eyes bulged and his fists clenched, "what do you mean cut yourself more?" he asks a stern voice, "I mean that when my grandma passed away, and when I got into deep shit... I started cutting to take my mind off things, and think about that pain instead" I say not looking him in the eye.

I only told Dally... well he found out. 

No one else know, I didn't tell anyone else, but now that person who knew told me to do it more so that I would die.

And that stung.

Darry didn't say anything, and his hand quickly went to my wrist. He lifted up my sleeve to look at my wrist, "I told you I did it , I'm not doing it anymore" I say as I look down at my only slightly scarred wrist.

"Darry please say something" I say getting worried as he just stood there staring down at the old scars.

"Gracie...if you ever need to talk to someone about hurting yourself, we're all here for you. If you feel like one day you can't help yourself or you're not thinking, call us. We are here for you, and just because Dally lashed out at you, and told you to cut yourself more doesn't mean you should listen to him" he says in a dad tone.

"And I swear, if I ever see a cut mark on your wrist..." he says not finishing the sentence.

I chuckled through my now light sobs. Darry looked up at me confused.